Who thought 
this silence 
could roar
where now 
my own 
whisper breaks 
sending quiet 
scattering like 
pieces of 
broken mirrors
each one 
it’s own 
reflection of 
what it’s 
looking at 

A shadow 
a wisp
and remnant 
one last 
piece less
of something 
else grand
a page
an ellips
a bulb
once bright 
fading dark 
from overuse
flickering flailing 
like a 
drowning man 
or dream

My room slowly 
lightens like mood
receiving better news 
trickling at first 
and then sprinkle 
and finally deluge 
as sun breaks 
like a child 
holding back laughter 
all at once 
an engine starting 
at full throttle 

There is 
you know 
a point 
a pinnacle 
and place 
tippy top
crows nest
from where 
I see
my enough 
everything I
need and 
most of 
what it
is that 
I want 
my happiness 
and peace 
prosperity harmony 
and abundance 
two lights 
same energy 
inside out

If you were
a flower you’d 
be a bouquet 
for only one 
of you I
could not display